So the big topic this weekend at our house was the forecast of snow. Chances are it might have been at yours, too, but our terms of endearment were probably quite different.
Ours was a sort of breathless anticipation. We checked online to monitor the hour-by-hour updated forecast. We watched the skies and felt the chill.
We were ready to awaken on Sunday morning and see the white stuff.
“Does that mean we can go out and build a snowman tomorrow?” my son asked, his eyes bright and shining.